My first attempt at Poetry. Written when I had to chase my own demons and unable to seep.
As the Sun begins to rise
I finally close my sorrowed eyes
In the warmth of the golden Sun
I chase my fears and watch them run.
As the Sun shines over me
Soft and shimmering through the trees
Emerald grass wet with dew
When I awake, the worlds' anew.
For slumber sweet, I pray to thee,
Blessed Lady, comfort me.